Summer of Love was about hippies, not Beach Boys and Sheryl Crow, although Crow married hippies to the Brian Wilson, and surf culture at least in the 1970’s was very much a badass fringe hippie and especially drug culture.
The beach summer is called the Endless Summer, not the Summer of Love.
The latter’s Frisco, flowers in your hair, peace/love/dope, and all that good stuff. We actually used to say that. We would hold up a peace sign and say, “Peace love dope!” It was supposed to be a joke, and it was, but it was also dead real.
Watch out for the brown acid. That’s some bad stuff. Sprouted in the Haight, bloomed at Woodstock, and Waterloo at Altamont, or so goes the historical song progression. But that was always more myth than reality, as hippie culture never really died, as 70’s culture at least where I grew up was very much hippie culture and certainly drug culture. Drug-hippie culture to be exact.
There were probably numerically more actual hippies in the 70’s than 60’s, as the movement went mainstream and descended down to the high schools and Core Youth.
College kids aren’t really Core Youth unless you believe in infantalizing adults. We do that in this dumb culture, but it’s not a good thing. Peter Pan is fine – I’m channeling him as I write this – but babying is no good.
Babying took off badly with these millennials and this gender bent and identity obsessed pan-everything Generation Y is probably going to be even worse. They’re so babied they can’t even decide if they are males or females! That’s literally like a baby – a baby or toddler can’t figure out gender much either. Freud was onto something. Gender if not sexuality is diffused and polymorphous in the first few years. The fact that boys and girls exist and are quite different identities comes as quite a revelation to the toddler. I guess Generation Y never got the memo. They say they are 19, but too many of them are still three.
College kids are more properly young adults. Quit calling them kids. They don’t appreciate it anyway. Even teenagers hate being called kids.
Anyway, once again another Eurodance song by this great German dance outfit. This really is so much better than Abba you know. C’mon guys. Abba is so pussy.
